Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
ABC,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.